Meek Mill – Run It (feat. Joyner Lucas)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Cuban Linx and kilos We might get the rico Pull up on a sucka take his bitch like I was D Bo Got the four five in the six call it Cee-Lo Buying bottles with your cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (hol up!) All of my niggas official as fuck Big ass Mulsanne like I’m whipping the truck I’m sippin’ Ciroc while I’m sittin’ with Puff And talking ’bout business with Jigga at lunch That’s cray, that’s cray New toys, lets play I brought spades, with the deuce, like poof, let’s trade I must say, I get money, fuck ho, don’t pay And I ball, in the clutch, Ray Al, for that tre And I ride, for the Ye, West side, Kim K White girl, through The Bay, my hood, I’m Mac Dre Bitch, if money talks why you niggas never say shit? If sky’s the limit, why I’m ridin’ in a space ship? My money talkin’ and my Rollie never tickin niggas Five bullets [?] on the wrist I’m official nigga [Chorus: Joyner Lucas & Timbaland] I’m feeling a way… Whoa, run it Run it Run it WhoaThis is what we do Run it Run it Run it Run it Yeah

[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas]
My bitch look like Halle My bitch look like Kylie Your bitch don’t look happy None of ya’ll hoes can have me Can’t touch me, can’t touch this MC Hammer with the swaggy Can’t cuff me, can’t function Bitch, I don’t want to get married They ain’t ever want me on payroll They ain’t ever want me have say-so Always had a crush on J-Lo Thought I was the man ’til my chain broke I was so broke can’t change clothes You don’t keep it real, you a lame-o You don’t make a move ’til I say so When I get loose, anything goes Money in the mother fuckin’ mattress They was tryna take it, but I need to get away I think I’m tripping cause a nigga never had it I never had a way, I think I struggled every day Talking to God I’m hoping he could do some magic Hoping to get paid and then take all my stress away And I could finally buy a mother fucking mansion Then move my friends in, and get Benzs Cause this shit sound like sci-fi I ain’t ever had no wifi I grew up where the guns went- (pow pow) Almost got killed in a drive-by Stay in your biz don’t mind mines I’m in your top five’s top five Can’t touch this nigga, why try? Gimme yo shit or you might die [Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Run it, run it Run it, whoa Run it, run it Run it, whoa Run it, run it Run it, whoa Whoa, run it Run it, run it Run it, run it Run it, run it Run it, whoa Run it, run it Run it, whoa Run it, run it Run it, whoa Run it, run it Wait, hold up, yo, look [Verse 3: Joyner Lucas]
Your shit sound like bubble gum, popcorn, starburst, chocolate Gum drop, cupcake, milkshake, [?], candy cane, rainbow Your shit sound like summer time, playground, third grade Ice cream, fun pop, Reese’s, Hershey’s, swirly, lemonade, mango Momma thought I was retarded Daddy thought I was lethargic They said I wasn’t the smartest Grammy knew I was an artist All of y’all niggas is trash, go throw your shit in the garbage I threw your shit in the ocean, I hope it swim with the starfish I remember when you wouldn’t fuck with me Ain’t nobody wanna ride the bus with me Ain’t nobody wanna share lunch with me Family couldn’t keep in touch with me Now they all can’t get enough of me Now they want to fly with me in luxury Same hoes never want to let me hit Now they all want to bust nuts for me Name another nigga poppin’ than me? I never been cocky, but they don’t want a problem with me And fuck all these haters that wanna take a dollar from me Nigga fuck any rapper yo I don’t need a counter with me Ain’t nobody wasn’t lookin’ for me, they was hiding from me All of them was counting me out now they counting on me I’m so motherfucking hot that the wind is a sauna to me Right before I pull the trigger and begging that God forgive me I said [Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Run it, run it Run it, whoa Run it, run it Run it, whoa Run it, run it Run it, whoa Whoa, run it Run it, run it Run it, run it Run it, run it Run it, whoa Run it, run it Run it, whoa Run it, run it Run it, whoa Run it, run it Wait, hold up, look